Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Paraguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Faraquet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.